Chapter 363: Chapter 363: They Were All Set Up!
When Susie Sommers came out, she noticed that Kenny had already finished drinking the medicine and was sitting on the sofa watching cartoons.
"Sweetie, mommy needs to go out for a bit to find your godmother. Can you watch the house alone?"
"Don’t worry, mommy, leave it to Kenny!" Kenny patted his small chest and assured her.
Only then did Ann Vaughn feel at ease to leave.
However, just as she stepped out, the Little Dumpling on the sofa pulled out a mini computer from under the table, quickly opened it, and logged into a forum.
After entering "Gothasen," a lot of related information emerged below, including info on members of The Royal Family, and even insider secrets.
"No wonder he’s called the Emperor; he can get his hands on such information..." Kenny clicked his tongue while looking at the detailed data, then quickly browsed through.
Finally, he saw the name Warren Vance.
But the information below was completely blank.
Huh?
Kenny’s big eyes flashed with surprise; the fact that no data on this person could be found on the forum meant there were only two possibilities.
First, this person doesn’t exist in this world.
Second, this person’s power and ability far exceed his imagination.
There’s no way; he had to rely on himself.
Kenny puffed his small cheeks, exited the forum, and went straight to the Gothasen Royal Family’s information database.
...
An hour later, Ann Vaughn arrived at the Aurelia Club with hangover medicine and warm fish slice congee. She initially wanted to ring the bell but found the door ajar.
She pushed the door open, but the room was dark, with all the curtains drawn tightly. There was a faint scent of flowers in the air.
Click.
The door behind her automatically closed. Ann Vaughn squinted her eyes to adapt to the darkness before turning around to find the light switch on the wall.
Suddenly, hurried and chaotic footsteps came from behind. She thought it was Susie, and was about to speak when a hand suddenly pulled her into a burning embrace.
Ann Vaughn’s eyes widened in an instant; the hand gripping her wrist didn’t feel feminine at all, causing goosebumps to rise all over her!
Before she could resist, the person forcefully turned her shoulder and pressed her onto the nearby sofa!
"Let go! Let go of me!" The most fragile nerve in Ann Vaughn’s brain snapped. She struggled with all her arms and legs, desperately trying to push away the hands holding her down!
Her mind went almost blank, and she could only struggle to escape on instinct, her heart pounding in her throat!
"Annie..." the person murmured, tightening the grip on her wrists slightly. The familiar voice and tone made Ann Vaughn’s resistance falter.
"Sutton—Sutton Jennings!"
As soon as this was uttered, the man pressing on her shoulder froze, abruptly loosening his grip on Ann Vaughn and stepping away from her.
With a click, the lights in the living room turned on.
Ann Vaughn, half-lying on the sofa, had beautiful, clear eyes filled with frightened emotions, with a few crystalline tears hanging on her lashes. Her pale lips were slightly parted, as if she couldn’t believe what she saw.
Sutton Jennings’ peach blossom eyes, usually soft and gentle, were bloodshot. His excessive breathing made his chest rise and fall sharply as if suppressing something, not even daring to look directly at Ann Vaughn.
His gaze was unlike the gentle kindness of the past; it was like a bubbling lava, intensely hot and intimidating.
He retreated a few steps, suppressing his breaths to explain, "Sorry, I didn’t know it was you. Did I... scare you?"
Ann Vaughn was still in shock, and the trust and gentleness in her eyes towards him were replaced with vigilance and fear.
Noticing the emotion in her eyes, Sutton Jennings felt like a bucket of cold water was dumped over his searing body, cooling him down instantly.
A hint of regret flashed across his eyes. Just as he was about to speak, a surge of impulse made his face change instantly.
His calm and handsome face seemed to be filled with blood, giving it a bizarre and seductive appearance.
Ann Vaughn, though fearful, sensed something was off. Seeing his enduring appearance so different from usual, she trembled as she asked, "Are you poisoned?"
She was there due to a text message, but Susie wouldn’t push her into the fire pit!
There must be another conspiracy at work here. Maybe both of them were being used!
"Go! As long as I can still control myself," Sutton Jennings gasped heavily. His hand on the sofa’s edge showed contorted veins from his restraint.
He wasn’t sure how long he could hold on.
Her presence was like the perfect antidote; she didn’t have to do anything, just stand there, which was enough to make him willingly sink into an inescapable abyss.
But—
He would rather kill himself than ever do anything to harm her.
Ann Vaughn finally mustered the energy in her limp limbs. Hearing his words, she dared not hesitate and dashed towards the door.
But no matter how she twisted the doorknob, the door wouldn’t open!
Ann Vaughn’s expression changed. She gritted her teeth and said, "The door is locked from outside; someone wants to harm us!"
The floral scent in the room was becoming stronger, but Ann Vaughn, caught in anxiety and fear, didn’t notice the change.
Sutton Jennings felt like every drop of blood in his body was engulfed in a fire, his throat dry and parched, but no amount of water could quench it.
Only the sight of her slender, soft figure could suppress this long-dry desert thirst craving rain.
"Stay away from me, no matter what I do next, don’t come near," Sutton Jennings turned his head laboriously, unaware that his fingers gripping the leather sofa had already torn it apart.
Ann Vaughn glanced at his flushed and frightening complexion, feeling conflicted but still moved to the furthest possible spot from him.
At this moment, there was no way she could act the hero to help Sutton Jennings relieve the poison with acupuncture. She...
Couldn’t trust him anymore.
Ann Vaughn’s gaze swept around the room a few times, suddenly remembering her phone. As she lowered her head to search, she realized it wasn’t with her!
It must have fallen in the earlier panic.
It had fallen close to Sutton Jennings’ side. In the past, Ann Vaughn might have asked for his help without hesitation.
But now, she feared he might use her as an antidote the moment she spoke, curling herself into a ball, her back tightly pressed against the corner, as if this could bring her a bit of safety.
Suddenly feeling stuffy and the air around her heating up, Ann Vaughn felt as if she couldn’t breathe anymore.
But the room hadn’t turned on the heat; the window was half-open, and the wind of this season was still cold as it blew in...
Suddenly understanding something, Ann Vaughn immediately checked her pulse, and the next second her eyes were filled with bewilderment.
When did this happen to her...
It felt like hundreds of ants were gnawing at every cell of her body, a dense tingling followed by layers of restlessness.